Loki Laufeyson Imagines

⚡️Thor Ragnarok: The Last Part⚡️

~Antana's POV~

I laugh, spinning around the quiet halls of the ship. Loki just shakes his head with a chuckle.

"What?" I question, sliding up to him, and wrapping my arms around his neck. He just smiles down at you, his bright green eyes twinkling.

"I just cannot believe you are going to be my wife," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, before resting his hand against my cheek. I smile brightly.

"And we'll have a wedding?"

"Whatever you want my dear."

"And I can get a dress?"

"Whatever you want."

"I will probably have to have Natasha, and Pepper help me. And Wanda too," I exclaim excitedly.

"And can we have flowers!! Like skeleton flowers, but in green... and gold?" I ask again. Loki just smiles down at with his lips, and pulls me in closer by my waist. He plants a kiss on my nose.

"Whatever you want darling," he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. I just gaze into the gorgeous pools of green.

"Why are you so pretty?" I breathe. He chuckles a bit, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Pretty?" he asks. I give a small nod.

"Pretty. Not handsome, not dashing. You just... you look very pretty right now," I repeat. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"And you are a goddess," he says, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone.

We just gaze into each others eyes, no sound, only light was the little that the stars gave off through the window. You studied all of his features. His thin pink lips, the sharpness of his strong jaw, the curve of his nose, the paleness of his skin. The dazzling emerald green that his eyes held.

It was just a mutual want - no need - as his hand slid to the back of your neck, and pulled your lips onto his.

His cold lips felt good against yours, as you pushed your body into his, being as close as you could. Loki hummed against your lips, his cold hands gripping your face, as you stumbled back into the wall. Your back press up against hte wall, as you gasped at Loki's roughness.

"You like that eskala?" he hums against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, and pull them into his. You hum in response, tangling your fingers into his thick raven locks, which makes him give your hips a squeeze, which makes you get closer.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his tongue dragging across your bottom lip. You decide to tease him, tugging at his hair, which makes him growl in response.

Loki's hand slide down to grip your bum, and he gives it a tight squeeze, making you gasp. Your lips part, and his tongue slides in, roaming your mouth.

"Gods Loki," you gasp. His hands slide down further, fiddling with the hem of your dress. Loki lets his hands slide up to grip your thighs. They're cold against your skin, and he hoists you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He shoves you back into the wall, and tangles his fingers into your hair.

Loki's lips trail down your jawline, and attack to your neck.

"What... if someone... sees us?" you breath. Loki smirks against your neck.

~Loki's POV~

The second the words leave her lips, I teleport us to the bedroom. She doesn't freak out this time, just running her fingers through my hair, my tongue roaming her mouth. I grip her hips, giving them a small squeeze.